(A/N) Hey guys! back with another one today! This one is an important one so make sure you pay attention. There will be a test at the end of this (Snicker)
Welcome Back to Paw Patrol and the Temple of Doooooooooom!
Chapter 8: An Unexpected Find
A lonely rabbit hops forward into a mass of leaves, gathering food for its young to eat. Once it was satisfied, it moves forward to look for more. Unbeknownst to it, another animal was lurking in the grass and sticks, watching it. She was on the same mission as the rabbit was, only thing is that the wolf pup was looking at it as her prey.
Claria crouched low to hide from the rabbit. Being careful not to rustle any leaves as it would startle her prey. She moved forward a little bit to get into attacking distance. She brushes a branch which causes the rabbit to perk it's ears up. It looks around for any sort of a threat, but Claria was well hidden for the rabbit to see her, as it went back to its task. Once she was sure that the rabbit wasn't paying attention, she moved closer to where the rabbit was a leg away from her. Once she was in position, she softly barked, causing the rabbit to perk and look around again, only this time, it had a different result, as suddenly, in one swift motion, Claria tackled it to the ground with her paw. The rabbit started squirming and screaming until Claria bit it's neck, ending its life as it fell limp in her paw.
She then turned around towards the camp to bring back her prey to eat. She had to stop on the way to pick up the two rabbit's that she had buried for safe keeping. Now there was one for Her, Chase, and Marshall.
Upon thinking of the dalmatian, she had forgotten his refusal to eat anything that looks at him, "Whoops, guess I gotta clean them right here."
She then started to decapitate the three fresh kills. She was able to do it quickly and efficiently due to her mother teaching her how to clean her kills and get them ready to cook. Once she was done, she made her way back to the camp with the freshly cleaned rabbits in her jaws.
Chase walked out of his tent with a big yawn. He smacked his teeth a couple times and smelled for fresh air. What he got though, was the smell of a burning fire. He looked forward and saw Marshall tending on the fire he had started.
Marshall looked up, and saw the confused shepherd. His tail starts wagging at the sight of his friend as he smiles to greet him. "Morning Chase!"
"Morning." Chase returned as he raised an eyebrow. "You, started a fire?"
"Yeah." Marshall answered cheerfully.
"Okay." Chase said questionably. "Wwwwwhyyyy?"
"Claria asked me to, said she was going to catch us breakfast and cook it."
Chase couldn't help but feel disappointed. He wan't to hit the ground running to get back en route to ShadowFur. That's how he planned out today. He didn't expect Marshall to be awake before he was, which NEVER happened in his life. He usually is the one who wakes first and has to practically wake drag Marshall out of his pup house to get any chance in waking him up.
Although he was disappointed, he didn't want to waste Marshall's and Claria's hard work so he let it go. Besides, It's always best to have a full stomach during a journey. Not to mention, he was pretty hungry.
Marshall got up from the fire, and sat down, as he took in the fresh air and the breeze. Of the now lively forest.
Chase smiled as he sat next to his spotted friend as he too observed the beauty.
They must have walked pretty far last night as the forest was now at it's full expectation. The trees were peaceful and animals small and large filled their ears with their calls and cry's. There were even some birds flying and chirping in the trees. The two pups smiled at the sight, feeling like every one of their troubles just disappeared and the only thing that mattered, was the beauty of Wintergreen.
"So," Marshall broke silence. "This is what Wintergreen is supposed to look like?"
"Yep" Chase simply replied, nearly awestruck.
Marshall nodded to acknowledge him as he too was awestruck. "This is beautiful."
"Sure is." Chase said back.
But while the sight and smell of the woodland clearly calmed the Dalmatian, his curious mind was on one thing, The wolves emerald. All he knew was that it was a gem with magical properties that protects the pack. He wanted to know more. What does it look like? Where did it come from? What does it look like? Where did it come from? Why does ShadowFur want it so bad even though they have their own? How many of them are there, and what happens if all of them are gathered? All of these questions have aggravated Marshall ever since he first heard of it. He needed to have answers and Chase seems to know them. He told him that he would tell him later, and Marshall thought that now was the perfect time to start asking.
"Hey Chase?"
"Hmm?"
"Remember when you said that you would tell me about the emerald at a later time?"
Chase looked at Marshall with a raised eyebrow "Yeeeess?"
"Could you tell me all you know?" Marshall requested very eagerly.
Chase took a deep breath to think of an answer. The truth was that Chase didn't know alot about the emerald. He just knew what the emerald did thanks to the trip to Wintergreen last year. He didn't even know that they were more than one emeralds that occupied the land. At this point, Marshall knew as much as he knew about them. "To be honest with you buddy, I know very little about it myself."
Marshall was very disappointed by this as he looked at Chase with disbelief. "What? But you made it sound like you knew all about it."
"I know I did Marshall. But everything you know about it is all I know about it."
Marshall pouted. He really wanted, no he needed answers, and he thought Chase was an expert on it. Chase sensed this and felt devastated. "Im sorry buddy, but that's the truth. You're not mad aren't you?"
Marshall looked at Chase and suddenly smiled. "No, of course not man. I would be a total jerk if I was. I'm disappointed, yes but it's okay."
Chase smiled back as he responded. "Thanks buddy."
"Immmm baaack!" Claria suddenly called as she came into view with three freshly clean rabbits in her jaws. "And I brought breakfast."
The two rescue pups looked at her with impressed eyes.
"Wow Claria. You're pretty good." Marshall said.
"Aw shucks Marshall" Clarsia replied, blushing as a red tomato. "You can thank my father for teaching me."
"Well I think he taught you well." Chase added.
Claria smiled proudly as she gathered some sticks to use to cook the rabbits. She then stuck each stick in each of the rabbits, and then cooked them one by one.
Marshall watched as she cooked them one by one. Even though they were cleaned and the heads were off, Marshall was still uncomfortable about eating the rabbit. It had a head. It had a conscience, and it was so, so cute. He thought about skipping breakfast, but he immediately decided against it. It would be rude to decline food that someone else got for him. It would've been a waste of time for her, and Marshall is not a rude pup. Plus, he didn't want to do that to Claria.
Claria looked at Marshall as she cooked the rabbit. She saw the look he was giving and sensed his discomfort. She smiled at him to reassure him about his meal. "Don't worry Marshall, it's not that bad."
"I'm sure it isn't." Marshall replied. "It's just I'm still a little uneasy about it. But don't worry, I'll still eat it."
Claria kept the smile on as she cooked the rabbits. She hoped that he liked it. She enjoyed the food that he gave her when he was taking care of her and nursing her back to health. She wanted to return the favor to him, to show him how good her culture's food could be. The approval from Marshall would go a long way for her. Mostly to show how grateful she was to him and Chase. Mostly Marshall though, Chase still creeps her out sometimes.
After a bit, she was finally done as she pulled the rabbits out of the fire, and gave two of them to Chase and Marshall. "There you go! Eat up!"
The patrol pups sat in front of their meals and Chase immediately started eating. Marshall hesitated as he looked at the well cooked rabbit. He then gulped and began eating the meal.
Each bite was hard to keep down. Not because of it tasting bad in fact, it was probably one of the best tasting meals he had ever had. It was the thought of the rabbit being alive hours before. He could still hear the rabbit's scream as it was probably in pain before it's life was snatched away. He tried not to think about it, but as hard as he tried, he couldn't. He had to try something, or Claria would be sad and disappointed.
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head when his mind went back to the emeralds somehow. Claria would know about the emeralds right? After all, she lives here! She has got to know something about it . Plus it would get his mind off of the food so he could eat it. "Hey Claria? "
Claria looked up from her meal. Her stomach churned. 'Oh no, he doesn't like it!' she thought. 'I knew he wouldn't like it! Oh what was I thinking?!'
"Yeah Marshall? Something wrong with the rabbit?"
"Oh no. the rabbit's fine." Marshall lied. "You were right, It's delicious! But there's nothing to do about the rabbit."
Claria was relieved to hear this, as she relaxed. "Oh, then what is it?"
"Well," Marshall started. "It's about the wolf's emerald."
Claria looked at the dalmatian very curious as to what he was asking about. "What about it?"
"Well." Marshall began . "How much do you know about it."
Claria tilted her head in confusion when he asked that question. "Um...as much as I was told. Why? What do you wanna know?"
Marshall swallowed down a bite as he added on to his question. "Well, Where did it come from, and what happens when BloodRayne gets all of them."
Claria suddenly smiled at the curious dalmatian. "Oh, I can tell you all about that! Well, at least all that my mother told me."
Marshall perks up and wags his tail. "That's great!" He was ready to hear from Claria about the emerald. Chase too looked up, as he was obviously curious. Claria was still enjoying her rabbit though until Marshall spoke up again. "Um….could you tell us?"
Claria suddenly realized that she had been silent for at least two minutes, eating her rabbit. "Huh? Oh! Sorry, I guess I'm enjoying this way too much."
Chase and Marshall laughed with Claria as she began to explain about the emeralds. "Now like I said, this is all my mother has told me so, there maybe some missing detales, but long ago, there were seven packs that roamed this land. RiverRush, who runs with the river. WoodLand who are the guardians of the forest. The Howls of the Mountain who obviously howls with the mountain. SnowDust who flows with the snow. Skyfall who looks down from the sky, ShadowFur who moves in the shadows in the night, and BloodRayne, who is the blood of the race. The packs all lived on this land in their respective territories that suited them best. They lived in peace for many centuries, with enormous amounts of respect for each other. Barley intruding on each other's territories, and if they did, they came in peace."
Chase stopped eating and paid full attention to hear the story while Marshall was devouring his rabbit. Apparently, his plan worked as he was enjoying it till his heart's content, but he was still paying attention to Claria as she continued on the story.
"It was like that for a while, until they started running out of food and places to grow food. When that happened, they got desperate. Some packs would offer friendship to share food and crops in peace. Some would accept and form an alliance. But some would decline out of pride and some would get so desperate, they would invade each other's territory to secure food and crops for their pack. This unfortunately caused the respect for each other depleted. All the packs couldn't get along with each other anymore. It was very common for the packs to have little wars amongst them. Packs would have alliances just to keep themselves from being easily invaded by the one next to them. And the one that was feared, was ShadowFur and BloodRayne."
Chase and Marshall felt a chill go down their spine at the mention of the two packs. Marshall broke the silence "F-feared?"
"Yep." Claria said back. "The Dangerous Alliance they were called. They would raid the other packs together and take all they could take, and leave packs with nothing. They didn't kill all of them, just so they could come back and raid again. For a good bit, this went on and soon, it started affecting the land. The trees were deteriorating, there were hardly any animals left, and you would be lucky if you could grow anything due to the crops being ripped up."
The two pups were now really interested in the now intense story Claria was telling. They were like two young pups being told an interesting story told by their grandpa. Mostly because they were young pups. "That sounds horrible," Chase said. "Did anything happen to stop these wars."
"That's where the emeralds come in." Claria went on. "According to legend, Gari looked down and was disappointed with us."
"Gari?" Marshall said. "Whose Gari?"
"It's their goddess Marshall." Chase whispered.
"Oh okay." Marshall said while nodded. "Wait, what's a godde…"
Chase hushed Marshall as he motioned Claria to continue on.
"Anyway." Claria continued. "Gari was really disappointed in us. She's watched us and guided us through every point in our culture's history, and we were about to end it all in a matter of a moon. So in an effort to stop this period of unnecessary chaos, Gari sent a message to all of the Alphas to meet at a remote mountain called the Wolf's Howl."
"Wolf's howl?" Marshall repeated. "Where's that?"
"It's sorta the centerpiece of the land. You can't see it due to the tall trees, but once we get out in the open, you won't need me to point it out. It's the tallest mountain range in the country. Once you see it, you'll know why it's called the Wolf's Howl.
"Wow," Marshall said, impressed. "What happens there?"
"We hold our gatherings there, where the packs come together and peacefully talk amongst themselves to see how each of the packs are doing. I don't know the details of what all happens there as I've only been to a few of them. It only happens on a full moon." Claria answered.
"Have there been any recent gatherings?" Chase asked curiously.
"Obviously not considering all the packs have not been well enough to travel to the Wolf's howl." Claria answered.
"Hmm, interesting." Chase replied out loud, as if he just found a clue to a crime that could help solve a case fully.
"Hmm? What is it?" Claria asked.
"It's not important right now, just a little bit of a revelation." Chase answered. "Please, go on with the story about the gathering."
Claria looked at Chase suspiciously, as if he knew something she didn't. She shrugged it off for now. "OOOkay, well anyway, this particular gathering happened to be the very first one, as Gari, after calming the Alphas down from yelling at each other, ordered for gatherings to happen once every full moon to keep peace within the pack. She also told the packs to stick together and help each other through tough times instead of fighting."
"Well that sounds like a good idea," Marshall chimed in. "But how was she sure that they won't just go back to fighting again, even with the gatherings?"
"Well, I was getting to that." Claria informed.
"Oh, s-sorry Claria." Marshall replied, Clenching a little as if he was singled out in a classroom.
"No, no Marshall. It's alright." Claria assured. "Now to make sure they don't go back to fighting again, Gari created seven emeralds, and gave each of them to the packs as a gift. One for each. Inside the emeralds are a portion of Gari's power and with that, it produced everything the wolves needed to survive. Clean water, crops for food and medicine, and even animals for us to hunt and eat. It's sorta the reason Wintergreen is as beautiful as it is. And because the emeralds have been taken from the packs, it's the reason our camps look so miserable."
Marshall nodded as he finally got answers he was looking for. Like discovering an ancient relic in a temple. "Now I know why we need to get the emerald back."
Claria smiled at this, but immediately frowned at another thought. "That's not the only reason though."
"Huh?" Chase perked. "What is it?"
"It's another power the emeralds hold. Red-Eye's power." Claria said grimly.
Chase and Marshall felt another chill go down their spine at the mention of Red-Eye's name. Marshall spoke up as if the story suddenly turned into a horror story. "R-Red-Eye? Whose th-that?"
"Gari's twin brother." Claria answered sternly, as if the story was scaring herself. "Who is the complete opposite of his sister. While Gari was our protector and stood for peace and harmony for the wolf race, Red-Eye thought differently. He wanted the race to be dominant and feared by all, and any pack that thought otherwise, were not REAL wolves in his eyes and would deem them obsolete."
Marshall started shivering at the thought of the evil wolf and Chase felt intimidated as he chimed in "W-Wow. He sounds like a tough character."
"Gari and Red-Eye fought for ages for their beliefs, with Gari always finding a way to trump her brother, and Red-Eye coming up with heinous schemes to carry out his plans for the wolves to be the only race that matters. But in this instance, Gari needed Red-Eye."
"Needed?" Marshall repeated, confused. "Why would she need him?"
"Gari needed him to create the emeralds. She couldn't do it alone." Claria went on. "If she did, her conscience would have faded away, and she would've never been able to look after the packs again. So she requested Red-Eye's help."
"I'm guessing Red-Eye agreed?" Chase asked.
"Not only did he agree, he agreed Immediately." Chase replied. "Gari was surprised. She thought she would've had to fight him to do this but no, he was all for it."
"There had to be a catch to it." Chase said, very interested in the story. "What was it."
"You would be right Chase, Gari made the emeralds with Red-Eyes help, and distributed them to the packs and sent them on their way. Thanks to the emeralds, peace was once established again as there was no reason to fight anymore. Well, that was until BloodRayne got greedy."
"Bl-BloodRayne again?" Marshall stumbled
"Yes, and they found out what Red-Eye ditd to the emeralds." Claria responded. "Putting as much power as he could in them. Because of that, the emeralds have a second function."
"What is that?" Marshall asked, finally finishing his rabbit, while Chase's had been gone.
"Legend has it that if you gather all seven of the wolves emeralds in one place, one of two things will happen." Claria informed. "If the heart is pure and full of love, harmony, and honor, the emeralds would make it to where there will be no wars and wolves will never, ever have to be tired and hungry again as long as the emeralds stay together."
Chase and Marshall stayed silent, as they waited for the other shoe to drop.
"However, If hatred and fear took hold." Claria continued grimly. "Then the bearers would be granted immortality, and would be invincible. Pain, suffering, and misery will plague the land, as their army would be unstoppable. As long as they bear the emeralds."
The two rescue pups looked at each other as they processed the information they were just told. They didn't want to imagine what Wintergreen would look like if such in instance happened. Let alone the world. They turned back to look at the storyteller.
"You see," Claria started up again. "This is not the first time Blood-Rayne has done this. About a hundred years ago, they were doing the same thing they're doing now. Mowing down packs to obtain emeralds to follow the wish of Red-Eye. They were almost successful until the humans had to come in and "Fix" the problem."
Chase furrowed his brow at the last sentence. "How did they "Fix" The problem?"
Claria swallowed hard as she said the next statement. "They killed all of them. Every last BloodRayne wolf was shot dead and the pack went extinct."
The atmosphere turned from horror like, to sorrowful as both rescue pups were frozen in silence. No pack, whether they were evil or not, deserved to be wiped out like that. Marshall was the first to speak softly. "Oh man. Poor wolves."
"I guess now, we have another reason to get the emeralds back." Chase stated.
"You couldn't be more right Chase!" Claria cheeked up.
"Well, we ain't getting anything done sitting on our butts." Chase said, while getting up. "Marshall, put out the fire, while Claria and I will put up the tents."
"Right on it Chase! Marshall acknowledged as he sprayed dirt onto the fire with his back paws while Chase and Claria went to tear down the tents so they could get on the road again.
The forest was a bloom. More animals had begun to appear and the birds were happily chirping in the trees. The breeze cooled the atmosphere, as the leaves and branches of the trees were brustiling in the wind. The grass was green and soft, while the critters in them were happily playing in it's softness. It was nothing but peace and quiet…...Kind of. Because unfortunately for a certain police pup, Marshall and Claria were singing the day.
Normally, Chase didn't mind it, in fact he LOVED Marshall's singing. So much that he felt that if Marshall were to ever take his singing seriously, he would be the biggest star anyone had ever seen. Claria wasn't bad either as her singing blended almost flawlessly with Marshall's. The problem? They were singing the same song over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again since they started walking!
It was Marshall's favorite song in the whole world, and boy did he show it. He wasn't joking when he would constantly say that he could sing it ALL DAY. As for Claria, she thought it was the greatest song she had ever heard, and wanted to sing it over and over and over again. You'd think at this point at like the fiftieth time, Marshall himself would get tired of it. BUT NOPE! Like he said, he can sing it ALL DAY.
Chase wanted so desperately to say something but he couldn't. Whenever he looked at them, he saw the both of them having the time of their lives, singing and walking to the beat of the song. This was probably the most fun Marshall had ever had singing, and Claria was right beside him getting into it. It probably was the most fun she had ever had in her short life, and Chase did not want to ruin it for her. It was still pretty obvious that she was still a little intimidated by him and if he were to snap and shut down the singing session, she would never be fully comfortable around him. Chase really did not want that to happen, so now, he has to literally bite his tongue in half, to keep himself from snapping off. But it was so hard to do as the song they were singing never wanted to leave his head. He didn't hate the song, it just isn't a song to sing over and over again, because once you get it in your head, it never wants to leave. At this point, whenever he goes to sleep, he's not going to be thinking about the wolf's emerald, or the trapped pups, or whether or not Ryder could find them. No, all he's going to be thinking about is that DAMN SUBMARINE SONG!
As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need (has all we need)
Sky of blue (sky of blue) and sea of green (and sea of green)
In our yellow submarine (in our yellow, submarine, ha ha!)
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
The last word was sustained for a bit as Marshall and Claria laughed with joy. Claria spoke after a few minutes of settling down. "That was even better than the last time!"
"Yeah!" Marshall barked with excitement. "Wanna sing it again?"
"You betcha!" Claria gracefully answered as Chase groaned in annoyance. While Marshall restarted the song.
In the town where I was born
At this point, he was really regretting dropping his gun at Sticksburg, for he would've shot himself by now.
Live a man who sailed to sea
'Oh sweet mercy!'
And he told us of his life
'Make it stop!'
So we sailed up to the sun
'For pete's sake, make it stop!'
Til we found a sea of green
'Oh god!'
And we lived beneath the waves
'NO!'
In our yellow submarine
"AHHH!'
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
'Somebody kill me!'
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
'Somebody save me from this hell!'
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
Claria then makes sounds reminiscing of an orchestra as Marshall goes back into the chorus which she then joins him, with Chase bout ready to slam his head into a tree.
We all live in the yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in the yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
Chase looked at the tallest trees as they passed them by. Trying to calculate how far he had to climb for a fall to kill him. But just as he found a suitable tree, he was stopped in his tracks by a mesmerizing sight.
As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has a-
"Ooof!" Marshall crashed into Chase, making him fall backwards on his back with his paws in the air. He got back up and shook the dizziness from his head. "Im okay!" Marshall announced to no one in particular. He looked at Chase, ready to apologize, but then noticed that Chase was not even fazed by the little incident, as he was staring at something at the distance.
"Huh? Chase?" Marshall said, going up next to his oblivious friend. "What are you looking at?" He then looked at the same direction and was soon under the same spell that Chase was under.
What they were looking at was a mountain. A little far in the distance but clear as day. It was the biggest mountain they had ever seen since they got to the country. It could probably rival Jake's mountain back at home, but that wasn't the feature that made them stare. The mountain in particular was shaped like a wolf's head, howling at the 's mouth nearly dropped to the ground at the sight. "Whoa." was all he could manage to get out, as he couldn't put words to the mountain.
"Hey, why'd you stop singing?" Claria asked as she suddenly appeared beside Marshall. "I was enjoying…." She then realized what they were staring at. She spoke up, clearly not as impressed as Chase and Marshall were. "Oh yeah, that. Well, There it is. The Wolf's Howl."
"It's amazing," Marshall replied, not taking his eyes off the mountain.
Claria chuckled at the statement and rolled her eyes. "Foreigners."
"Oh come on Claria," Marshall said. "You have to admit, it's beautiful."
"It's just a crummy old rock that just happens to be the shape of a wolf's head." Claria said, clearly used to the sight.
"Well, what do you think Chase?" Marshall asked the shepherd but got no answer from him. "Chase?"
Marshall looked at his friend and noticed that he wasn't looking at the mountain any more. Instead he had a confused and shocked look on his face. Marshall looked at the same direction and tilted his head, as he then became confused. "Huh?"
What baffled the pups, was a house. Actually it was more like a mansion after looking at it long enough. It's structure was reminiscent of modern american luxury houses. It was massive as it had an enormous lawn with wolf ornaments decorating it. Around it was a wall of shrubs and bricks, with a gate door in the center leading to the mansion itself. It was truly nice form what the pups were concerned about but there was one thing on their mind while looking at it.
"Um Chase?" Marshall began, "I thought you said that there was no human interference here."
"That's what I thought." Chase replied. Dumbfounded. "There's not supposed to me."
"Then why are we seeing a full plantaitian in the middle of nowhere all of sudden?" Marshall asked back.
"I have no Idea Marshall." Chase answered "Unless the wolves somehow found out how to build mansions."
"That must be the ambassador's den." Claria chimed in, having just realized what they were looking and talking about.
"Ambassador?" Chase repeated.
"Yeah," Claria replied. "At least that's what the wolves call him. He's the only human that lives here besides his servants."
"Why does Wintergreen need a human ambassador?" Chase asked.
"I don't know." Claria responded. "I don't even know what an ambassador is."
"Have you seen the ambassador before?" Marshall asked next.
"I usually see him at gatherings." Claria answered. "He sorta runs the thing and makes sure the wolves don't fight."
"I guess that makes sense." Chase replied. "But that still doesn't explain why he's here."
"That, I have no idea." Claria retorted sharing Chase's confusion.
At that moment, Marshall started walking towards the mansion.
"Marshall? Where are you going?" Chase asked curiously.
"There's only one way to get answers," Marshall happily said. "Let's go investigate! Plus, I'm really hungry. Maybe he's got some food we could eat if we asked him."
Chase looked at Claria for approval, to which Claria shrugged her shoulders and bounded after Marshall.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Chase called, as he followed the pair to the plantation. Hoping to get some answers to this unexpected find.
(A/N) Hm, wonder what their going to find. Hopefully they don't regret this change in the journey.
Chapter 9 is already halfway written and will be out on the 2nd of October provided that no one interrupts me.
By the way, don't worry, there really was no test. Oooooooor isn't there?
Question of the Chapter: I think it's obvious but what was the song that Marshall and Claria was singing? and as for a discussion, Do you think it was worth it to create the emeralds? and what would you do if you wound up with them?
Please review and tell me your favorite parts and if you have any questions about the story or anything else just put it in your review or pm me and I l'll get back with you as soon as I can.
This Is Sean Thames of Dragonsfire Entertainment signing off.